Every woman — every human — has their own journey when it comes to their relationship with themselves. With their essence, their body, and the way they see themselves. Our relationship with our own reflection is one of the most personal, complex, and revealing parts of that.

For me, it’s been a tumultuous, curious, and sometimes confronting path.

Every portrait on this site is a self-portrait, drawn from nude reflections of myself. They weren’t planned. They weren’t polished. Sometimes they felt “ugly,” or hard to look at — but they were real. Each one caught a glimpse of something raw, honest, and true. A piece of me I had to meet.

This is where all parts of me are allowed to exist. It’s a space where the many reflections, stories, and projections of Woman are held. A place where all of me belongs.

I’m often surprised by what comes through. But I’m learning that this is the essence of being a woman — layered, shifting, multi-faceted. A whole universe held in one body. In one reflection.

More and more, I find myself feeling loved by the pieces I create. Even when they’re messy. Even when they don’t make sense to anyone else, or fit the mould of what we’re told is beautiful. It feels like opening more deeply to my own reflection — softening into the truth of who I am.